Just use a creative multi mix, and if you don’t know many make up words as you ge along. An algorithm that is overloaded is not a pretty sight. Expect some power outages and blackouts with the network. This will prove it’s overloaded.

Pay for a wordsmith. Morons in the wallet department.

Buying a top place in rankings is seriously like buying a world bank.

Its a licence to get away with very shoddy accounting and not very good letters of intent.
Back to your little corner when the bell sounds, or I will tear into something like the USA budget, some scabby little prick watching porn on a secure server in Timbuktu, and the British Government trying to work out how to sell the idea of staying in the EU after a non binding referendum they have milked from both ends like a motherfucking USA Lawyer.

​All at the behest and dangling donkey ed balls (sorry Ed) of a trade deal with a now defunct embezzled and distractedly tarnished, rather shot up, and definately fucked USA.

Should take about four hours to get the ‘Fuck’ alert on pay ops sorted, so use any expletive you like and give them a run for the next four hours to see if they can cope with a lot of seafaring language?...

The cut of my jib has been refined with very fast corners.

​In the meantime it’s nap time. So wake me at four bells as usual.

They don’t have soil quality controls like Europe and U.K. They treat their animals like crap, and feed them shit. Literally.

They also bath their chickens and meat in Chlorine wash, which if you remember is a hazardous substance. Chlorine is used in chemical warfare and bloody household products so we don’t use Ammonia instead.

Ammonia is a much more useful product handled carefully. If nothing else it wakes you up when the cap is off. Smelling salts have ammonia in them.

Whatever you do... if you decide to become an ammonia v bleach household. Read the pros and cons first. Then get rid of all bleach products at the dump before using ammonia. If you have bleach in the house you have an accident waiting to happen.

Anyway, the football is severely random and my Husband is not enjoying the random wins of The not favoured...! Underdogs rule this World Cup! Fucking pull the rabbit out of the hat you pundit diminished players and start getting into tight teamwork.

Seems I have acquired some expletives from those bloody carpets. I found myself speaking a random African Language this afternoon. Something about a stream. Anyway I don’t understand a word of it realy. It’s all part of the tongues scenarios with the Holy Spirit. I have to try google translate for an interpretation, that’s how sadly remote I am...

Anyway Big G told me last week ‘Streams are running in the Desert’. I said it at Church. Seems there is a huge political problem with a large mass of water carving up the middle of North Africa.

Big G said he would get around the problem! We looked at some possibilities together, but I just said He knows best, so I am praising Him for water where it’s needed.

WTF do you think the plasma window is for then?

I feel naked without natural body hair. I don’t have much and I am fucking hanging on to what I have got Thankyou very much...

I can’t see why bald men think they have a problem either. My Husband was pretty thin in the topiary department when I met Him. He also has an asymmetric cranial structure, probably due to a traumatic birth. I still don’t think He has got over it.

Very traumatic a difficult birth for both Mother and Child. Some people never get over it.

Julius Ceaser obviously didn’t.

​Still My Husband’s Qualities shine out like a beacon of light from Corbiere Lighthouse.... I man the fog siren!

No wadding.

small shot and chains please gunners.

Hard Port at the wheel, ready to come about crew. On my mark....


​MARK.
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You boys are having to cheat and rewrite my posts!

PI am not using the little dog barked.... She is a bit horse, although she can manage a yap with a cough. Well the bark is back anyway! Fucking noisy dog. And she nipped me. She hasn’t nipped me since she was a puppy.

Fire forward Cannon...

​and... Jibe.

​... Next time the plucker comes up alongside give him broadside midships!

​Obviously there is a little linguistic expertise to work with, but generally speaking, they are rather short of inspiration!

​My Husband likes two dimensional football. He is riveted to it!

Bloody Hell We need to do some wood chopping on out trees. They need a prune. The wood might just be ready for next winter.

By my calculations based on Ventusky data the Thames will freeze like  it did in the 1600s.

​I wondered where I was going with the Medieval Bread malarkey.

As My Uncle Dave and I built a very nifty racing yacht together... I am not much into racing. I might go and try my hand at dingy sailing again this year or next. I realy need to tone up a bit.

Anyway, My Dad and I love tall ships. I recon the waters off St Malo and round The Channel Islands and Down as far as the Quiberon Peninsula would make excellent surprise attack paintball games on the old sailing ships.

What a spectacle that would be in some of the most difficult waters to navigate under sail in tough conditions. That’s Becalmed by the way!

I might even travel... Imagine reconstructing the Battle of Thermopylae. That would give those heath mad rowers something to practice for as elite galley slaves. The Navy only won battles with well fed galley slaves. Keep rowing lads and lasses, I can hear the crack of a whip in the air right now!

Every age and generation is pulling together for a new battle.

The battle of the future.

Whos reality will win?

The technitions who want to turn us into servo assisted robots, or the Privateers and Cavaliers?

My money is on Donald Sutherland as the Tank Commander in Kelly’s Hero’s... Keep the Music blaring until you can see the whites of their eyes. 

Then again Rourkes Drift was Epic. Isandrawana? Not sure if I spelt it correctly.

I am bored with football, it’s so two dimensional.